Slave’s Discipline

July 17

Mistress sat in her bed thumbing through her phone, a stern and disappointed expression on her otherwise beautiful face. The door in front of her creeks, opens, and Myke came in. “Stop.” She says. Myke stopped dead in his tracks. “On your knees.” Myke obeyed. Mistress stood up and walked over to where he was kneeling, waving the phone up and down in the air. “Your wife just texted me, slave. She says she’s none too happy with you right now.” She paused for a moment looking down at him as if waiting for an answer, but Myke knew not to speak until asked to. “Do you know why?” She asked. Myke moved his eyes back and forth from his mistress to the floor and side to side as if trying to think of what his wife could have not been happy about. He knew though, he knew he had errored. And he knew what that meant. His wife and his Mistress had a very good relationship, even had “playtime” together every so often, sometimes with him, sometimes without. But in this moment he knew what they found out, and he knew the rules, but that was of course one of the aspects of their poly relationship that was appealing, what was needed. You see Mike had needs, needs that could only be satisfied through a disciplinary, a mistress… a dominatrix. He loved to be submissive, and subjugated sexually. He loved his wife, he loved his mistress. He loved them both equally yet differently. They completed him.

“Your wife showed me your browser history, Myke. You know what she found, don’t you?” Myke knew it. Under the conditions of their poly relationship, he was told that porn was no longer acceptable. After all, he should be quite satisfied with the fact that he has two women, one whom has a voracious sexual appetite. And he was. But sometimes, especially if you have a particular sexual need, you need to “set the stage”.

Mistress glowered down at Myke and grabbed him by the chin and lifted his head to meet her gaze. “You know the rules slave, no porn. You broke the rules, and you know what happens now.” He looked her in the eyes, both excitement and *** running through his mind. “Get the fuck up” mistress commanded. “Off with the clothes.” He obeyed. “Against the bed, bent over.” Again, obedience. *** and excitement intertwining in a fiery mind fuck.

Mistress grabbed a pair of handcuffs and a thin rod. A cane. She grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back and cuffed them together as his body lay flat against the bed. “Alright slave, you know the routine. Count”. At that she swung and the cane cracked against Mykes backside. He winced.

“One mistress.” He counted aloud. Crack, another. “Two mistress”. Crack. “Three Mistress”. The *** was becoming increasingly noticeable, yet the excitement never wavered. This went on for ten strokes, then stopped, but the punishment was far from over. Mistress grabbed Myke by the hair and pulled so that he was quickly climbing up on the bed as best he could with his hands cuffed behind his back.

Mistress stripped down to her panties and jumped on the bed as well, quickly swinging her leg over his head and pounding her ass on his face. Up and down like a jack hammer she pounded his face into the bed, then nestled her thighs around his neck. “I’m going to fucking *** you with my thighs slave.” She threatened. And just like that she squeezed. She squeezed so tight Myke thought his head would explode. “Since you like that in porn so much, you’re going to see what it really feels like to have your head crushed, your throat closed off by the pressure of a woman’s powerful legs.” She squeezed him and squeezed him until he made gurgling sounds. She was enjoying this, so much that she smiled and giggled at his suffering. “You want to feel a woman’s thighs? You can suffer for it.” She went on.

She hopped off quickly, but only to change position. She laid down on her side next to Mykes head, this time facing forward so her ass was facing Mykes chest. She lifted her right leg into the air, grabbed Mykes hair and pulled him into an aggressive scissor hold. Instead of cutting off his neck, though, she pressed his faced deep into her pantied sex. Her grip around his head was like a vice pressing against his cheeks. And his breath had been snuffed out of him. “You smell that slave? You like the smell of my fucking pussy?” She taunted as she squeezed and crushed his head. He could almost feel his skull cracking under her power. Sometimes she rubbed her thighs back and ***, not only squeezing his head, but also causing friction against his checks. His face was turning all shades of red, and although he at times tried to struggle, a powerful squeeze generally made him relent to his punishment.

“On you back slave, now”. Mistress commanded. Myke rolled onto his back feeling both lightheaded from the head crushing and still very sore from the caning. Mistress scooted herself slightly so that Myke’s neck was resting on her inner thigh, and with a quick movement she placed her other thigh on the top of his neck in a combo scissor *** hold. This hold was immediately intense and Myke found himself bucking and struggling against the choking sensation. Mistress held her hold and giggled sadistically watching Mykes clenched eyes bare through the discomfort. It wasn’t only that, but the cuffs. The cuffs behind his back were digging into his wrists and pressing into his back. Mistress had been getting horny for a while now, and decided it was time for a finally and reward for herself.

She unclamped her legs and stood up while Myke ***d and gasped and attempted to regain himself. She waisted no time though. She quickly slipped off he panties, grabbed her favorite wand vibrator and jumped up on Mykes chest. She gave his face a powerful slap before pouncing her ass over his mouth and nose. “Now stay fucking still slave.” She ordered. “I need to cum”. She wiggled and bore her ass down making sure it was a tight seal around his face then started pleasuring herself with her wand. She started on the low setting, giving a slow build up. Mykes head began to jerk from side to side fighting for air. He managed to steal some sweet oxygen which made mistress adjust her seating. As she adjusted, she turned up her wand. Again she built herself up, and again Myke struggled for air. This went on for a bit. Sit. Struggle. Increase. Sit. Struggle. Increase. It was a perfect way to both *** her slave and build herself up to the more intense settings. And it made his *** even more a part of her pleasure. The more he struggled, the higher the setting on the wand, the more pleasure she got.

Finally she had reached the highest setting on the wand and her moans had definitely echoed that. They became load and intense. Myke began to struggle again, but this time mistress bore down even harder making it impossible to escape the prison of her ass. “Oh yeah, fuck, struggle for me. Fucking struggle! I’m almost there!” Mistress cried out. Myke bucked wildly. Mistress moaned loudly. Then there was an explosion. A rush of warm liquid rolled down Mykes neck and he felt mistress’s ass relax and relent its deadly grip. Mistress laid down, throwing a leg loosely over Mykes head, and just rested it there. They laid there for a moment to regain themselves and then Mistress sat up, looked down at Myke and slapped his face one last time. “Remember this the next time you decide to disobey either me or your wife.” She scolded. “Remember, you belong to us. Now get the fuck up, and get cleaned. Your wife will be home any minute, and you are going to please her too.” And that was that. That evening, Mykes wife arrived home and he was ***d to endure several hours of facesitting and smothering *** from both his wife and again from his mistress; pleasing them both to multiple orgasms until all three were spent, and they all drifted into a blissful sleep together.